Hole In The Ground

Fred ends up at the bottom of the slop, with only his sword.

Fred stands up. GROSS! Fred was on a clear spot, surrounded by mounds of garbage. MOUNTAINS OF GARBAGE. Festering bananna peels, rusted shields, bent and useless swords, used napkins, everything and anything. As Fred watched, the mound to his right grew just a tad when garbage poured out of one of the dozens of holes in the celing.

Fred saw that there was three ways out of this 'valley'. North, west and southeast.

1. Fred goes North.
2. Fred goes West.
3. Fred goes Southeast.
4. Fred slices rats in half with his sword. And giggles.

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